During a marathon of Saturday lectures I gave over a six hour period as a Christian Science lecturer, I faced some pretty noisy competition from an organization nearby playing loud music. Although there was amplification, I still needed to strongly project my voice to be heard. Upon awakening Sunday morning I found myself voiceless, mute. But the next lecture was scheduled for three o’clock that afternoon, so this simply would not do. I prayed for healing. “Pray to get your voice back?” my husband asked as I sat with my Bible open to Isaiah’s promise: “Be strong, and do not fear, for your God is coming to destroy your enemies. He is coming to save you. And when he comes . . . those who cannot speak will sing for joy” (Isaiah 35, New Living Translation) “Here, drink water,” my husband said. “It will help.” Now I will admit something. I got mad. Not that I said anything to him about it. But I didn’t appreciate what felt to me like a lack of support for my desire to apply what I was learning about God and healing prayer. Then the sweetest thought interrupted my mental tirade, “But he loves you.” That softened me a little - enough to set me to praying again.

I thought about the water he offered and realized that a material substance couldn’t do for me what the Mind that is God could do. In her Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, Mary Baker Eddy explains, “In metaphor, the dry land illustrates the absolute formations instituted by Mind, while water symbolizes the elements of Mind” (p. 507).

I thought about how the divine Mind that is God has formed me to speak His Word. Every element of truth that I express is sourced in God and cares for me as I care for others. Within moments of these considerations in prayer, my voice reappeared in the form of a faint, breathy whisper. My husband returned to the living room. He saw me making some notes and looked concerned. “Stop working so hard. If you want your voice back by this afternoon, you need to rest.” Well, now I got irritated again. Here I was making good progress, and he’s telling me to stop and nap? Then I thought, Wait a minute. He loves you. I understood that the human advice and concern my husband was expressing stemmed from his education under the medical belief system that he relied on to care for himself. However, remembering that he loved me moved me beyond his restrictive fear and the reliance on matter, time, and hygiene as healers that his words promoted. Discerning love to be the true motivator of man allowed me to plunge ever deeper into the renovating laws of divine Spirit that would heal me through spiritual means alone.

Not his fear nor his advice but his heart’s expression of love yearning to help me, thus reflecting the divine Love of the Christ, was my helper. I realized I could not be harmed or slowed in any way by fear or interference as I advanced toward complete freedom from the problem. That finally eradicated my anger and reaction to his "help" and propelled me forward to engage exclusively with the divine Mind and Mind's spiritual method to care for my needs." In her Rudimental Divine Science, Mrs. Eddy wrote, “Christian Science erases from the minds of invalids their mistaken belief that they live in or because of matter, or that a so-called material organism controls the health or existence of mankind, and induces rest in God, divine Love, as caring for all the conditions requisite for the well-being of man” (p. 12). I understood that a mistaken belief—that my capacity to speak was material—was being erased from thought through the recognition of the one and only Mind and substance that is God. Gaining such an understanding wasn’t work. This understanding was doing the work for me. My job was simply to rest in divine Love’s ability to care for me in all ways and circumstances.

At this point my voice seemed stronger, although frog-like. Convinced that all would be well by the time of the lecture, I decided to practice it out loud. I began croaking the words when my husband walked in again. “Oh, no!” he said. “Don’t talk. You will never be ready if you do that!” This time I remembered straightaway that he loved me. And I felt a deep urge to sing! That Sunday morning I had decided that I would stay home from church, forgetting to consider the value of worship when seeking healing. But now I really wanted to go to church and sing the hymns with the congregation. Although I would be late, I hurried to get to church. In the car, I rasped out some hymns. I am glad I did, because when I arrived, the first hymn had already finished. It was a holy service. I felt so embraced by the Scriptural Selection of the First Reader. Not only was his reading inspired, but he had a deep bass voice that was a pure pleasure to listen to. When we sang the second hymn, I could actually get the words out. A soprano soloist sang for us. Her heavenly voice was filled with such reverence and praise. Manifesting perfect tone, cadence, expression, and rhythm, her voice glorified God. The service was complete. Nothing was missing in the full range of harmonious sound. It struck me that it symbolized my own completeness and that I, too, express the full range of God’s infinite goodness and harmony.

When we sang the third hymn, I was completely well. That afternoon, I gave the lecture with a voice heard to the rafters of a grand church edifice. No mechanical amplification was available (their system had blown out during their service that morning), and none was needed. When I think of my dear husband and his effort to help all those years ago, I am reminded how this healing marked the end of his offering me medical or hygienic advice. He witnessed, step-by-step how I worked out the problem by spiritual reasoning and prayer. When health challenges arose after that, he simply encouraged me by saying, You know what to do. How can I help you? It was a sweet and helpful change.I am deeply grateful to God. For me this was a changing-water-to-wine experience. Mrs. Eddy referred to the wine of Christ as “the inspiration of Love” (Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, p. 35) and “understanding” (p. 598). As the material belief that water, rest or time could bring healing gave way to the spiritual understanding of Love, I discerned my real, uninterrupted existence as spiritual. And that healed me.

Please note: This post has been revised for clarity since it was originally posted.

Beautiful Michelle ... Thank you for sharing this healing and the sweet lesson about love - and acceptance:)

Michelle

7/14/2015 09:39:17 pm

Yes, acceptance of only the influence of good. Good insight, Cynthia, thanks!

grace

7/13/2015 03:26:42 am

Oh how I love this,Michelle! To translate what our dear ones say to us (well meaning but not Christianly scientific statements at times!) because we understand that what they are saying is spoken out of love, is a stunning idea! I can't wait to exercise this idea. Gracias!

Michelle

7/14/2015 09:40:25 pm

Let us know how it goes. I find it makes a big difference in my happiness and success at healing.

Cindy

7/13/2015 04:20:57 am

"May Christ, Truth, be present at every bridal altar to turn the water into wine and to give to human life an ispiration by which man's spiritual and eternal existence may be discerned." SH pg65

Beautiful and extremely helpful experience of how to demonstrate this. I will be sharing this blog with others.

Michelle

7/14/2015 09:41:43 pm

Ha! Glad you quoted it. If I could have found a place for it, I would have put it in! Thanks, and grateful you can share with others.

Kathleen

7/13/2015 04:33:00 am

This is wonderful, Michelle! My caring husband sometimes urges I use medicine when he sees a need. Now, instead of feeling frustrated or irritated with him, I will see it as a call to turn to the medicine of Mind. Thank you!

Michelle

7/14/2015 09:42:52 pm

It serves us well to see and hear the highest and the best in those we love. That's the only part of the conversation that lasts forever. So glad it helps!

Susan in Laguna

7/13/2015 06:52:27 am

This beautiful story is as much about a good marriage and friendship, as it is about healing a challenge to speaking freely. How lovely God is to renew and refresh our views, so we don't get distracted by "evidence" from the 5 material senses.

Michelle

7/14/2015 09:43:44 pm

I hadn't thought of it that way, but it is true. Thanks for pointing it out!

Sylvie

7/14/2015 08:59:24 am

It's a WOW Michelle! And a way to practice perfectly. I love it!

Michelle

7/14/2015 09:37:18 pm

Haha! I think that is a reference to my Walk on Water (W.O.W.) posts from a couple of years ago. Good!

Leah

7/17/2015 10:10:34 pm

I loved reading this testimony and lesson Michelle dear. Thank you for the many truths you affirmed that helped you regain the truth of your voice and being.

As a former soloist, who had a bad case of laryngitis, I had to learn the impersonal nature of talent, and of good. I cherished Jesus' statement: I can of my own self do nothing, the Father within me He doeth the work. In this situation I had to learn that God does everything, that He is the only soloist, the only reader, the only teacher, etc. As I totally bowed to this truth my own voice came back as we began to sing the first hymn. Everything unfolded beautifully. But the lesson I learned has stayed with me, that there is nothing 'personal' going on. Talent, and good, and life, and being are all IMPERSONAL and direct expressions of the Father, Mother within us and as us........bless you dear for all you do. And I love the lesson you learned about translating your husband's language into your own. THAT is such a valuable lesson to apply to every marriage, very valuable. Love to you both..........

Michelle

8/8/2015 07:47:14 pm

Thanks, Leah. And thank you for sharing your healing!

Amy

7/22/2015 05:26:03 am

Thanks Michelle. What a wonderful lesson to see the Christ in every message. The carnal mind can not stop the everpresent voice of the Christ.

Michelle

8/8/2015 07:50:25 pm

Thanks, Amy. When I realize that there is only one Mind, and that Mind is God communicating through Christ, I remember to look for the Christ in communication. Sometimes that means I can translate what is said back to its original Christ-language. Sometimes it means, "Boff! That isn't even true communication! If God isn't saying it, it's not being said!" No anger, no judgment, aggressive mental suggestions just evaporate into their native nothingness.

I have practiced Christian Science professionally insome form since 1979.But my journey withChristian Science startedin a Sunday schoolwhere as a young childI was taught the Scriptures and some simple basicsof Jesus' method ofscientific Christian healing.A significant experienceat the age of twelveopened my eyes tothe great potentialof this practice. After impaling my footon a nail,I prayed the way I had learnedin Sunday school.Within momentsthe pain stoppedand healing began.By the next morning the wound had disappeared completely.Having experiencedthe great potential​of Christian Science,there would be noturning back.